The first and last paragraph of your Penance could have been written by me, to the word. The older I get the more curious I am about her. So much was left unsaid and unexplored and she wasn’t a writer so I have nothing but old photos to bring her back. I was 19 when she died at 57. We were both too young for such a passing and her absence is haunting me more than ever now. I hope you’re well.
Sutton's Place
The first and last paragraph of your Penance could have been written by me, to the word. The older I get the more curious I am about her. So much was left unsaid and unexplored and she wasn’t a writer so I have nothing but old photos to bring her back. I was 19 when she died at 57. We were both too young for such a passing and her absence is haunting me more than ever now. I hope you’re well.